Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
the Association,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.